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Editor’s note: Following is a page from my spiritual journal. Two days of hot driving and heavy Interstate traffic from Gainesville, Florida to Goshen, Indiana wore JK and me down. After I had turned on water and the under sinks valves, I had adjusted the thermostat in my Indiana condo. We had dropped into bed. […]

Note: Following is a page from my spiritual journal. In the silence of my office, the fan on my laptop whirred. I was in the throes of a Northern Florida summer. The sound brought memories of the early 1950s before air-conditioning was widely available for home use. On sultry evenings, Mother shook her head at […]

Note: Following is a page from my spiritual journal. In the early 1950s, Salem Bank’s downstairs coffee room was sometimes my Saturday roost. During my early grade school years, if both grandmas were busy and Mother had to work, my folks took me with them to the bank. Those days, she smiled as if telling […]

Editor’s note: Following is a page from my spiritual journal. Cars whizzed by on both sides as I drove a familiar multilane through Gainesville, Florida. Stopping for a red light, I noticed the sunlight had a fresh slant. Looks like spring! Heading home, at another light I saw red buds swelling maple branch ends. Small […]

Sitting on opposite ends of our front room couch, Hubby and I enjoyed togetherness. Flipping pages of old holiday magazines, now and then, I stopped and tore one out. Here’s another I’ll make into a Christmas 2017 envelope. Perched in his couch corner opposite me, Hubby watched TV basketball –with the sound off. Live sports […]

Editor’s Note: Following is a page from my spiritual journal. Outside the window, sunshine spread dark leaf patterns across cars in the church parking lot. Inside, thirty women had gathered in the small room, prayed together and were now listening to a volunteer read from the shared study book. Following the words in my own […]

Editor’s note: Following is a page from my spiritual journal. When my father returned from WWII, I was confused. Conceived at Ft. Sill, Oklahoma in 1943, I was a pre baby-boomer. The Army drafted my father for a second time in 1942. Yes, a second time. He had been drafted, trained then sent home, labeled […]

Following is a page from my spiritual journal. Early morning light turned the street outside my window blue-gray. Dark leafy trees reached for a patch of lighter sky. Sitting at my computer, I leaned toward the bright, “You’ve-got-mail screen.” I opened a friend’s message. “Franny, I’ve been thinking about my sister who died. In her […]

Editor’s Note: Following is a page from my spiritual journal. Murmurs echoed in the huge pole barn Friday evening as I savored hundreds of quilts. Like rugs draped over an enormous wooden drying rack, quilts of all sizes, colors and patterns hung on an overhead wood structure, waiting to be examined. Saturday, they would be […]

Editor’s note: Following is a page from my spiritual journal. Fifty four-years had passed since I last saw classmates Alice and Jim, but Alice and I had recently emailed. While she was in town for another reunion in October, I drove her to Peggy’s home for a Girls of ‘62 lunch potluck and sharing. While […]